"Since you called me Brother Gingery, I’ll give you a piece of advice," Peter Gingery stopped in his tracks, thought for a moment, and pulled a sentence from his mind, "Most people die from talking too much."

"???" The young team member listened with a completely bewildered expression.

At first glance, the advice seemed quite profound, but what did it have to do with the question he asked?

"Why is the Chief so fierce with my goddess?" When the young team member snapped back to reality, Peter Gingery had already walked ahead, but still feeling unconvinced, the young team member caught up to ask again.

"If you have the guts, go and ask the Chief yourself!" Peter Gingery cursed, "Blockhead!"

"You know I don’t dare to ask," the young team member sneered, "No matter, I’ll go and comfort my goddess in secret later on. My goddess is so adorable, my goddess is so incredible..."

The young team member was just mumbling like this next to Peter Gingery the whole way, and it took a lot for Peter Gingery not to bury this club into the ground right there and then.

Everyone had left, leaving only Jane Sampson and James Black under the tree.

As soon as people left, Jane Sampson felt even guiltier and more uneasy.

After a moment of thought, she put the peach back in her pocket and reached out to tug on James Black’s sleeve, "James Black, I was wrong."

No matter where the mistake was, it was essential first to admit fault—that was the attitude one should have when admitting an error.

James Black shook his arm to fling off the hand holding his sleeve and snorted, "First, tell me what you did wrong!"

His voice was incredibly cold and stern.

Wrong in what way?

Jane Sampson was stunned for two seconds, then spoke, "When you said to feed the sharks, I shouldn’t have talked back and made you lose face."

Men need to save face, especially in front of so many people.

Her talking back might have somewhat hurt his pride, perhaps...

Probably, possibly, that was the reason, and then King Black got angry.

"Jane Sampson." James Black’s temples throbbed with irritation, "Are you itchy and asking for a beating?"

If it weren’t for the fact that standing before him was his soft and delicate young wife, James Black would probably have given her a good thrashing to teach her a lesson. "Why did you climb the tree?" James Black snapped, short of breath, "And yet you don’t realize it’s wrong to climb trees?"

She always knew how to apologize but never knew how to reflect on her actions.

"Playing the game!" Jane Sampson looked up, her face the picture of obvious common sense, "They were almost catching up, and there was no place to hide if I continued that way because it was out-of-bounds. The only option was to climb the tree!"

Seeing that James Black’s frown deepened without a reply, Jane Sampson continued to explain, "I’m the king of the first team; if I get tagged, our team loses. I couldn’t be the one to drag our team down."

No matter what, she couldn’t be the one who was a liability.

So, when Hugo Edwards said she should be the king, Jane Sampson felt real pressure.

She feared not doing well and causing the whole team to lose, scared that everyone would be unhappy if they lost the game.

"The first thing that came to my mind when I saw the tree was to climb it. Maybe when people are in a rush, they suddenly get this burst of strength. I did it instinctively, hugging the tree trunk and moving up bit by bit, just like when I climbed trees as a child. I didn’t expect that I’d really be able to get up there," Jane Sampson showed her small white teeth and chuckled, "When I got up there, I almost popped Sister Helen Watson’s eyes out with surprise."

The person who was admitting her fault suddenly started boasting and feeling proud.

"Don’t laugh!" James Black rebuked sternly, "Someone who’s done something wrong has no right to laugh!"

"I’m not laughing, not laughing," Jane Sampson quickly wiped the smile off her face, then lifted her head to look at James Black again with a restrained expression, and slowly began to speak, "I won’t dare do it again next time."

Next time?

She was thinking about a next time?

James Black asked, "What’s more important, the game or your safety? Others avoid safety hazards, but not you, you confront them head-on. Do you want the guard team to give you a Best King Award or something?"